Sure does!

Henry left Roxi alone after her humiliating shave. The bed she slept on was a little better than an army cot, and the wool blanket made her itch all over. She had a very restless night. She suddenly heard footsteps, and she knew Henry was coming down the steps to start her conditioning for the day. "Good morning, slut" he said to her. Henry was carrying a bowl, which he sat down on the floor at the foot of the bed. "You can either eat your breakfast on the floor like a dog, or you can pick it up and eat it like a good **** with your hands. The choice is yours."

Roxi thought about it. To pick up the bowl would be the same as surrender. She wasn't ready to surrender. She still held out hope she might be rescued and freed by the Order. Roxi got down on all fours like a dog and started lapping at the bowl full of what she determined to be gruel. It was the nastiest stuff she had ever tasted. It made her cough and gag to be near it. She looked up at Henry.

"Get used to it" said Henry. "All you're getting is a strict diet of gruel mixed with bull cum. Either you eat it or you starve." Roxi knew from her own experiences as a dominatrix she would be **** to eat it, or be punished for not eating it. She took a deep breath, lowered her head into the bowl, and started lapping up the smelly concoction. It was definitely no fun being on the other side of the BDSM scene to Roxi.

"Very good" Henry said to Roxi as she lapped up the last bit of her gruel cum. "Now I want you to lay on the bed, and show me how you play with yourself."

"You can't be serious!" Roxi protested.

"Oh, I'm very serious" answered Henry. "If you don't believe me, perhaps my bamboo cane, or some of my other playthings will convince you. GET ON THE BED, NOW!"

Roxi jumped to her feet, then got on the bed. "Why don't you just fuck me and get it over with!" she screamed at Henry.

"You know as well as I do that's not how the game is played, Miss Stanton." Henry looked at her angrily. "I'll forgive this outburst, since you're a newbie. The next time you will be severely punished. Now start playing with yourself."

Roxi lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes and started to massage her lucious, round tits. She caressed her large, dark aureoles and tweaked her thick, long nipples. Finally the feelings of pleasure and desire overtook her. One hand strayed down her taut tummy to her soft, pouting slit. Two fingers separated her labia as she searched for her clit.

Roxi found her clit with her thumb, and let it gently roll all over it in a circular motion as she plunged two fingers into her quickly moistening slit. "Uhhh!" she moaned as the feelings of self inflicted lust hit her. She tried to imagine herself being licked and caressed all over her body by all the slaves she trained. The thought of all those tongues, all those hands, touching, feeling her drew her past the point of no return. She wanted to cum, needed to cum, and she was going to cum. Her thumb rubbed her engorged clit with more urgency as her fingers sawed in and out of her dripping, hot slit. Her hips rotated and bucked upward as if she could fuck thin air. Then she heard Henry yell "Stop!", but she couldn't. She had to cum. Defiantly she kept going. Her body went stiff as the wave hit her. "OHHH!" she cried out as it hit her. Her cunt spasmed around her fingers, trying hard to suck them into her cervix.

CRACK! Roxi screamed in pain as something came down across her tits. CRACK! Another stinger across her midsection. She curled up in pain, trying to protect herself from more hits, but none followed. She opened her eyes, and there stood Henry over top of her, holding a wide, leather strap. "So you like to cum? And you still like to disobey? For that, you're about to have more orgasms than you can handle!"

Henry hauled Roxi off the bed by her collar, causing her to gasp for breath. She flailed helplessly through the air around her as he unlocked her leash and dragged her over to another section of the basement. What Roxi saw looked like an ordinary exercise bike to her at first. Then she noticed the seat. It was an old fashioned banana seat. Part of it had been cut away to accommodate a two inch wide dildo that looked like it poked up through the seat about a quarter of its length.

Henry again had to pull on Roxi's collar to get her to cooperate with him. Gasping for breath, she finally sat on the bicycle. Her cunt eased down over the head of the dildo as it went up inside her. Henry cuffed her feet to the pedals, and her wrists to the handlebars. He grabbed Roxi by chin, and turned her head to face him. "You like to disobey, and you like to cum. This device is simple, yet it will teach you a valuable lesson. Once I flip the switch over there on the wall, you will have to maintain a certain speed to keep from being shocked." Henry paused, then continued. "The question is, can you maintain that speed through an orgasm. Or several orgasms, for that matter. I don't think you can. Either way, you're about to find out."

Henry walked over to the wall, flipped the switch, and immediately Roxi was shocked. She started pedaling, and the dildo sawed in and out of her cunt. As soon as she found the proper speed, the electrical shock ceased. 'Piece of cake' she thought to herself.